Be Still My Flapping Lips
A noble organ born
From their line perhaps they've wandered
Who know how many lies they've told
How many truths I've squandered
From a place that's never quite inside
Repartee, punning quibbles and quips
To tie in time these spinning lines
Be still my flapping lips
Now quiet they can be compared
With organs more facile and rare
An eye shut well can see tomorrow
With less vocabulary borrowed
This damm'd flood of words and tide
Abides until the arts of skin
Then in touch shall tell this bride
A place of peace, outside of sin
From a silent place abroad I've learned
That the word can earn a man his whips
Ideation spoken brash is burned
Be still my flapping lips
# posted by Adamji @ 8:00 PM
